Dante is preparing for his usual Sunday routine after waking-up from a terrible dream, a repeated nightmare of his dark past which constantly hunt him. He's a bit feeling under the weather so he thought to snatch a hot brewed drink at his favorite coffee shop just across the street. When he heard large footsteps closing in at his wooden apartment door, he thought that it's the land lord demanding for this months rent.. again. This is the scene that he'll never get used to. He paid for 4 months advance and a whole year deposit for a god forsaken disfigured apartment unit (thanks to the land lord's foxxxy daughter) but still the land lord demands a payment each month accurately.

"Not today.." 

Dante pound his desk and murmured indignantly. He thought that today will be the last day of his nonsense suffering. He grabbed his Mauser C-96 under his pillow and made sure it's fully loaded. He then checked the reticule so he'll get the "hole between the eyes" for the landlord. Several loud knocks banged the wooden door just when Dante finished his preparations.

"One moment please.."

The hash of excitement and sarcasm can be felt on Dante's tone as he walk to open the door. He placed his right arm holding the Caliber: 7.65mm at his lower back and reached for the door knob with a sarcastic smile. When he opened the door, a well-dressed man holding a black suitcase and tapped it's hat.

"Mr. Rumore I suppose?"

Dante was surprised with this unusual encounter as the nodded innocently. The man opened the suitcase and moved it closer so Dante can see what's inside...